So, um, I really liked the idea I had for my other fanfic, Textures(Ao No Exorcist/Blue Exorcist), so I decided to do one for OHSHC. It's not the exact same prompt, but it's the same general idea(using the senses, blah, whatever). However, unlike Textures, this will not be told from any particular character's point of view.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
Flavors
Chapter One: Sourly Sweet
If Tamaki were a flavor, he'd be sourly sweet.
On the outside, he looks, well, attractive, to say the least. He looks like the prince of your dreams, just like how a sucker loaded with sugar appeals to kids. He sits there, literally basking in all of his princely, sweet glory.
He's very romantic. Maybe a little too romantic, but what girl would say that nowadays?
The first sentence that comes out of his mouth is like the first lick of a lollipop, the first bite of a candy bar, the first of many Jolly Ranchers you throw into your mouth. It scoops you up and makes you feel happy - maybe even a little lightheaded or giddy. He compliments you. Tells you that your hair tumbles down like calming waves on a beach, your eyes makes his heart flutter, or that your skin is so pretty that you could be a porcelain doll.
He - almost quite literally - scoops you off your feet with kindness and subtle flirtatious gestures. He'll lightly brush his fingers over yours, get so close that you're almost nose to nose, and even go as far as to gently stroke your cheek. All of which would make a girl go crazy and fall in love with this blonde-haired beauty.
He's also got that initial "wow" factor when you see him. That glistening blonde hair, those deep blue eyes, they just make you stare in awe. He's like this magnificent creature of perfection that couldn't possibly be human.
But here's where the sour comes in. He knows that he's attractive. He knows that he can take a girl's heart easily. He knows that everything about him is perfect, and he flaunts it about. Not around girls, though. Not around those who call him perfect, who admire him and would worship his statue(if there ever was one). But he does flaunt it around the other club members. He points out their flaws, and counteracts it with his so-called perfection.
And it's really sad that he's not such a narcissist, because sometimes, he's just too kind, too generous, and it kills you that you could've ever had scorning thoughts about him. He knows where to draw the line, but sometimes, it really does get to his head, but you can't really blame him, because he's trying, he really is, and he needs those compliments to keep him going. Being scorned for being born hurts, and those compliments really do mean a lot to him.
If Tamaki were a flavor, he'd be sourly sweet.